No longer living in fear, my pistol close in hand, Convinced this is my year.

June 16, 1971, mama gave birth to a Hell rasing heavenly son.

I'm not a gangsta rapper. I rap about things that happen to me. I got shot five times. People was trying to kill me.

Of course I'm going to say "I'm a thug" that's because I came from the GUTTER and I'm still HERE!

We don't need no more rappers, we don't need no more basketball players, no more football players. We need more thinkers. We need more scientists. We need more managers. We need more mathematicians. We need more teachers. We need more people who care; you know what I'm saying? We need more women, mothers, fathers, we need more of that, we don't need any more entertainers

Drop them or let them drop you. I chose droppin' that cop.

God come save the youth, Ain't nothin else to do but have faith in you, Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand.